to put on my chili con carnival. so that i could tell you personally about your parents' demise. and of course, feed you your chili. do you like it? do you like it, scott? i call it... "mr. and mrs. tenorman chili." - oh, my god! oh, my god! - ♪ nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah ♪ ♪ i made you eat your parents ♪ ♪ nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah ♪ - jesus christ, dude! - my mom and dad are dead! no, no! - ah, excuse me? - who are you? - we're that band, radiohead. - jeez, what a little crybaby. - you gonna cry all day, crybaby? - you know, everyone has problems. it doesn't mean you have to be a little crybaby about it. - come on, guys, let's go. this kid is totally not cool. - yeah, that's the most uncool kid i've ever met. - little crybaby. - no, wait! wait! oh, my god! oh, my god! - yes! yes!